Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.